The scene from the sky was not a pleasant one. Chaos bled through the streets as civilians ran desperately to safety as soldiers on both sides crashed into one another. The once peaceful city was now fully engulfed in the war that had only been at their border a day ago. Asher had known full well that his plan would require bloodshed, but he did not take any joy in knowing that he had dragged countless non-combatants into the fray. [i][color=slategray]Hopefully this will be the end of this nonsense,[/color][/i] he thought solemnly, getting ready to descend upon the angel’s crash site.

That was of course until a bright flash of light damn near caused him to fly straight into a tree. The prince thankfully managed to recover in time and avoid the tree by a hair’s breadth, but a surge of apprehension surged through him. The amount of power left behind the light show little doubt in his mind that it had originated from the angel, but that meant that not only was she able to move, but that something was after her. None of his men should have been this far into the woods, which meant that a stray child of darkness had stumbled upon her. Asher knew full well that his people held no love for angels and that most would kill them on sight, but she was of no use to him dead.

From his bird eye view, Asher could see that the angel’s crash site was abandoned, with only a small trail of blood telling him that chances were that she somehow managed to get away. An unnaturally thick fog prevented him from seeing where the trail led though. [color=slategray]”Magic."[/color] The realization made Asher curse under his breath. It was very hard to believe that his prey would have the strength to do all of this on her own, but again, there was no time to waste thinking about it. The prince increased his altitude, attempting to look for the origin of the fog.

Thankfully, Asher did not have look far. In different circumstances, he would have counted himself lucky that the fog had not yet had enough time to disperse more through the woods. From the air, the fog spilling silently through the woods resembled an arrowhead, telling him exactly where he needed to go. With a quick burst of speed, the demon managed to overtake the fog and landed in the forest, landing with barely a whisper. Moving as quietly as he could, Asher approached the fog, just barely able to make out the faintest of noises. 

Asher grasped his sword tightly, his expression devoid of any hesitation. Indeed, it was time to end this nonsense.